The talkative raven in the world of American comics

Chapter 62: Halloween Night of the Soul

It was a sweltering summer day.

The sound of cicadas drifted into my friend's room from the trees on the street.

I don't know why I thought of this scene.

But that's how it's been preserved in my memory.

So profound.

So long ago.

......

"Harry, you've misspelled it. This block should be at the bottom. You haven't even laid the foundation, how can you start assembling the top part?"

"Ugh, this is too much trouble, I'm not going to try!"

The boy sighed as if it were the end of him, then sprawled out on the carpet, staring blankly at the ceiling of his friend's room.

"We clearly agreed to put it together..."

Hearing his friend's mutterings, Harry turned to look at him.

With his unfashionable, bird's nest-like hair, heavy black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and a few freckles on his cheeks, he looked exactly like a bookworm!

"Has anyone ever told you that your glasses are really ugly!" Harry teased.

"Yes, for example, you."

Peter replied in a muffled voice, then picked up a block, aligned it with the other end, and perfectly assembled it.

Upon hearing this, Harry rolled over and moved closer to the large pile of building blocks on the carpet.

He picked up a building block: "So where should this go?"

"These are the last decorations we added!"

"Hahaha!"

The boys' laughter stopped the moment there was a knock on the door.

Harry glanced at his best friend.

Peter got up, went to the door, turned the handle, and after seeing the person outside, he opened the door wider.

"Hey, Uncle Ben... what's wrong?"

Harry exclaimed in surprise, quickly scrambled up from the carpet, straightened his clothes, and then greeted Peter's elders.

Good afternoon, Mr. Parker.

I represent the Osborne family, and I absolutely cannot be uncultured or lack manners in someone else's home.

The middle-aged man leaning against the threshold stroked his nephew's hair and chuckled:

"No need to be so formal, Harry. You're Peter's friend, so you're our friend too."

"Feel sorry."

Seeing that the little guy didn't seem to understand what he meant, Ben Parker shrugged and changed the subject.

"So, you two little ones, are you interested in a picnic party in Central Park later?"

Peter raised his arms and shouted.

Harry was somewhat embarrassed.

He didn't know if he could go, because his father and his driver were waiting for him on the street outside the house.

Uncle Ben winked at him: "If you're worried about the car outside taking you home, don't worry, I've already spoken to the driver."

"To be precise, I did talk to your father."

"What did he say?" Harry was eager to know.

He can go out and play with Peter as long as his father agrees!

"He only said one sentence, guess what it was?" Uncle Ben asked.

Harry instinctively lowered his head: "I guess it's not allowed?"

"Incorrect answer."

Uncle Ben bent down, placed his hands on his knees, and laughed, "He said you need to pay attention to your image; you represent the Osborn family when you're out in public."

At this point, he suddenly looked around, as if afraid that someone might be eavesdropping on their conversation.

He whispered, "Don't worry, we don't care about all that formalities. You and Peter can do whatever you want later."

"This is awesome!" Peter shouted excitedly, grabbing Harry's hand and trying to rush out.

"Really?" Harry didn't move, but stood still to confirm that Uncle Ben wasn't lying to him.

"Please, Harry, Uncle Ben never lies!"

Peter tugged at his best friend's arm, but he still didn't react. Then he looked at Uncle Ben and asked, "Right, Uncle Ben?"

Uncle Ben turned his head: "Why don't we go out and see for ourselves?"

Harry didn't remember how he got out; it seemed like Peter had just dragged him out in a daze.

Then I saw that familiar black sedan.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the father's solemn face, but he wasn't looking at himself; he was looking at Peter's uncle.

"Thank you for your help, but I have some things to take care of at my company."

"It's fine."

Norman looked away.

"Harry".

"Um?!"

Harry looked up at his father.

"Don't forget who you are."

"I will, Father."

Harry was about to wave goodbye when he realized the car window was already closed, and his father hadn't even said goodbye to him.

The car drove away quietly, as if it were just passing by the street, completely ignoring him.

Harry's arm was still hanging in mid-air.

Then at some point later.

My arm was grabbed.

"Come on, Harry, let's take all those blocks to the park!"

"..."

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......

......

"Damn it, why did I even think of that?!"

Harry shook his head to clear those memories from his mind, then rode his flying skateboard to the explosion site.

His movements were swift, and with the aid of the intelligent AI within his armor, he arrived at the explosion site almost instantly, much faster than the police who had received the notification.

The streets are deserted now, with hardly anyone around.

Pumpkin lanterns were still hanging in front of various shops on Halloween night, which only added to the eerie atmosphere.

Is anyone home?

The explosion occurred at a shop, and judging from the items scattered on the ground, it resembled a general store, with all sorts of random things scattered around.

Seeing no response, Harry activated the light scanning function inside the helmet and checked it, but found no heat source.

Harry then turned to look at the few figures watching him from a distance.

"Can someone explain to me what's going on?"

"Who are you?"

The one who responded to him was a little girl with a smiley face sticker on her cheek. She looked adorable, and her timid tone was full of curiosity about Harry.

But after the girl said that, the parent next to her quickly covered her mouth and said to the green figure on the flying skateboard:

"We were just passing by! We don't know anything..."

Harry ignored him and instead maneuvered the aircraft slowly closer.

After noticing the terrified looks on these people's faces.

He deliberately removed his mask, revealing his true appearance.

"I am Iron Man, and a hero, so do you have any news you want to tell me?"

The girl's parents were extremely surprised when they saw Harry's appearance.

He's been calling himself Iron Man for almost a day now, how come there are still people who don't know?

Harry couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"A hero like Spider-Man?"

"Yes, he's my friend, so you can tell me what just happened—"

Boom—

Another explosion came from another street.

Harry frowned and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

The mask snapped shut, revealing his original austere appearance.

"We'll talk later, Iron Man needs to go save the city."